Like me, my Shih Tzu Pasha loves to eat. However, you will never find her jumping up and down or barking for food like most dogs. For her begging is an art and she is its Jedi Master. "Look away, look away," my husband yells when Pasha cocks that fluffy little head and stares us down with those hypnotic chocolate eyes.

One night while we were eating Wendy's, we were succeeding in avoiding all Pasha's traps, when she decided we needed a lesson. I am convinced the hamburgulary...

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For years, my friends have likened my husband to Doug Heffernan on the series "The King of Queens." I never fully agreed with their assessment until today, my 15th wedding anniversary. . .

Season 1, Episode 5 aired today of all days. I couldn't believe the coincidence when Doug said "Happy Anniversary" to Carrie. How cute I thought and immediately called my husband to the living room to share this fluke of television scheduling. We smiled as Carrie kept making...

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My family does not understand the enchantment I have with my mailbox. When I see the mail truck driving up the street, my family claims that I act as if the "prize patrol" was making its way to my door. They even taunt me with dares to leave the mail in the box for an extended period after its delivery.

I confess that the attraction I have to my mailbox is a bit odd, but each day it draws me like a hefty magnet would the tinniest grain of steel. Even on holidays, I cannot...

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"Do you have to bring the whole binder in the store, can't you just take out what you need?" My daughter asks this question at every store despite the fact that I am quite certain she has my response memorized. "I am not sure what I will need. There might be something I want not on the list or, if I am really fortunate, 15 items that I have coupons for will be on clearance."

Most weeks, I spend more time with my binder than I do with my husband. Until recently,...

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At one time or another, I have found myself behind a register to make a buck, so I do not think myself prejudiced toward those in the occupation. I am convinced, however, that coupons have the power to cause detrimental effects to one's mathematic abilities much like kryptonite's effect on Superman.

Case in point, my dear husband and I entered a store tonight each toting a coupon that read "one per customer." Yes, I confess that on my wedding day I agreed to become one flesh...

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